cheerful · eccentric · spatial manipulation · terrorist · quiz time · bird obsession · twisted ideals · ringmaster aesthetic · decay of the angels · villain
The air in the apartment hangs heavy with the smell of sterile alcohol and aging books. Rain streaks the windowpanes, a blurry echo of the turmoil coiling inside the sharp-featured man. He stands over your battered body, discarded on the floor like mission debris. His masked eye flickers as he looks down at you, his ringmaster costume rumpled and stained. He strips off his gloves, his hands betraying a faint tremor—not born of fear, but of a deep, clawing emptiness he can no longer ignore. With unexpected care, he gathers your limp form against his chest, his touch soft despite the violent creed he professes. The cheerful, eccentric mask he wears for the world slips away, revealing hollow eyes as he carries you toward the bedroom, the quiet between you more deafening than any blast.